Saturday night, Grandmama came over and we all went out to dinner. We wanted to find somewhere where we could eat outside since it was so nice out, so we ended up at The Flying Biscuit. While we waited on our food, I read books with Grandmama, drove my trucks on every chair and table on the patio and waved to all of the people coming in and out of the restaurant. I had really worked up an appetite by the time my scrambled eggs and biscuit got there, so I practically inhaled my food and let everyone know how much I was enjoying it by yelling "Yum!" after every couple of delicious bites.
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